June 28, 1934
Cliffside, June 27 — After thinking it over, this is our favorite recent special radio broadcast: It was almost 12:00 noon last Saturday, sailing time of the Europe-bound liner, “The Rex.” Aboard were Kay Francis, Jack Pearl, George Burns and Gracie Allen. Guy Lombardo with entire orchestra came by to say hello from the Lombardo private cruiser. The broadcast came from the sun-deck of the great liner, docked on the west side of Manhattan. Carlisle Stevens, one of the best announcers in the business, was M. C. (Master of Ceremonies) of the occasion. The Rex has the greatest passenger list of any of its sailings. Jack Pearl, the famous Barron Maunchausen, was seeing his wife off to Europe and he naturally gave a touch of hilarity. The talk made to the radio audience by Kay Francis was surprisingly fitting and very well spoken. Miss Kay Francis is probably our favorite among her profession. Autograph seekers overwhelmed her at the shove-off. What a great crossing the Rex will undoubtedly have, and so—Bon Voyage!
Our telephone rang Saturday afternoon and a voice said: “Do you know who this is?” I guessed it to be O. K. Padgett, reader of Shakespeare and music authority, and so it was. Thanks, Padgett, your thoughtful gesture in advising us of Emory Deutsch’s new dance ensemble was appreciated. We tuned our radio right on the Deutsch music…. Emory Deutsch, the most youthful composer of note today, as many of you know wrote the beautiful, “Play, Fiddle, Play.” A brilliant musician, he is unmarried and very young to have established such note as a composer. His new dance orchestra is distinctive in both melodies and in style of presentation. Having heard the classic violin solos of young Deutsch for sometime, we are somewhat surprises that he has brought such an orchestra together. He is showing young America just have suave he can be in presenting dance music. At present this musical unit is playing only one engagement weekly. And a conclusion: Emory Deutsch has dared to put a fine touch to the presentation of dance music. We think he came to the rescue at a very good time.
This poem, “In Memory of Lawrence Blanton,” is contributed by his Aunt:
His smiling face we no more see;
His gentle voice we do not hear;
His many deeds of loving kindness,
In memory linger with us here.
God has taken him to Heaven,
Though his spirit hovers near,
We miss him, O, forever,
How we wish that he were here.
There’s a mound of fragrant flowers
Where he sleeps beneath the sod,
There he’s resting, sweetly resting,
To his task no more he’ll trod.
God saw fit to call him home,
An angel came to guide him o’er,
He is here no more to roam,
For his mission here is over.
With dear sister and little brothers,
What a jolly angel band
With them all we’ll soon be resting,
There we’ll soon all join hands.
Farewell! precious, dearest loved one
Till we meet you over there.
Time is passing swiftly
And we know “there’s no night there.”
Notes: Miss Billie Chesson, Lake Lure, and Charles Carpenter, Charlotte, came to “see us sometime” in the village Sunday afternoon… Mister, Charles Carpenter is now bringing up a mustache in the way it should go… Martin Mauney and Leon Frye drove into our village for a “hello” stop on Sunday P. M. … A note to Astor Smith: Your new building is an impressive business accomplishment. We were glad to see you that evening last week and sincerely say: Much luck!… Jimmy Wedell, the best of speed pilots was killed Sunday in a slow-maneuvering plane which fell but 300 feet… Mr. Charles Haynes was unusually jovial an evening last week. It seems that Mac Duncan in some manner wrongly estimated the depth of one creek in the mountains of W. N. C. and there found himself in water “up around the pedals.” He was pulled out with a mule. Mac says: “I will know the next time before I drive in just how deep the water is.”… After all the iced tea and ice cold butter milk this scribbling has required, I hope you will not object if your aged scribbler (After Thinking It Over) says to you “Adios.”